I’d love to go all the way with you, Chelsea. Isn’t it something you’d like to experience, too?”“You know me pretty well. I think you know t...e answer to that question.”“You know what it means, though.”Chelsea drew back the corners of her mouth and grimaced. “Yes. It means anal sex.”“Is it a problem for you?”She sighed. “I’ve been hoping ... and, dreading ... that we’d broach this topic. You’re right. It isn’t real sex without it.”“Chelsea, if this is too soon for you ... If we’re going too fast. ? There was a secondbelt around her waist, and a strap dangling behind her.? Her breasts were slightly raised by the titstrap. Sarah wondered what the other strap was for, but soonfigured it out, as one of the men bent her over, while the other went behindher.? She felt the man behind her spreadsomething on her rosebud, then a building pressure till something slid insideher.? She squealed from behind her ballgagged mouth, but the men ignored her. ?The men straitened her up, thenfastened the. I raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom. I went outside and walked my way down the hall. On my way I herd our door open and shut. I turned around to see who else was leaving our dungeon of boredom but I saw no one emerging from our classroom. I sighed thinking no one else had come out and turned around to complete my journey to the bathroom. I walked in and did my business at the stall and walked over to the mirror and started examining my face in the mirror. I herd the door to the. My bimbo body didn’t care about anything but being pleasured. If I didn’t have the intelligence serum bubbling through my veins, I would be so happy right now, just glad to give her pleasure.Bimbos were such happy, loving creatures. This horrid woman couldn’t be in control of the formula.I fingered her faster and faster, plunging over and over into her depths. She shuddered, her pussy clenching hard on my fingers. She moaned, her hips wiggling from side-to-side. Her juices dribbled down my.